Page 13 of The Writer’s Block

I nod again.

His dimple pops out, causing my core to flutter. “That’s my girl.”

The fingers torturing me curves, hitting that sweet spot that has me seeing spots. He slowly, despite my protest, slides his fingers out to rub them between my slits before sliding them back in.

With his free hand, he teases my nipple. I convulse around his fingers, feeling my release creep up on me.

“Caleb, I’m going—”

He pulls his fingers away, leaving me panting and desperate for his touch.

“Not so fast. You’ll come when I’m in you later. I’ll leave you like this to give you something to think about.”

This bastard!

I open my mouth to curse him out, but instead, I watch in fascination as he sucks the fingers that were just inside of me into his mouth. He closes his eyes as if savoring the taste…savoring me.

When his eyes open again, his mouth curves into a smile. “Just as sweet as I imagined.”

Oh my.

I’ve been missing out.

He kisses my neck, my cheek, then finally my lips before letting me go. “I’m going to go take a shower so we can head over to your parents’ house for dinner. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I nod, unable to say anything.

He winks and walks away, leaving me to ponder on what just happened. Once I hear the shower turn on, I run to the kitchen for a drink. My first thought is to get water, but then, in my line of sight, I see an already-opened Hennessy, and I grab it.

Not bothering with a glass, I tip the bottle back and let the smooth liquid down my throat. I grimace at the taste. Hennessy is disgusting. I swear people who say they enjoy it are just lying to keep up appearances.

I try to think of anything else besides Caleb, but it’s impossible. I could just get myself there.

Ugh. But I don’t want my hands. I want his.

I take another swig of the bottle. “This is totally going in my book,” I mutter to myself.

I yank my phone out of my back pocket and call my sister, but it goes straight to voicemail. Not one to ever give up, I bombard her phone with text messages.